MORNING POETRY – ‘Wet And Wild’

Indigo tinted morning skies
The Sun took personal leave
The rain has eased momentarily

Birds sing out the best of classic sonatas
After weeks of drumming droplets
Humidity stack to any metal surface

The soggy hole in the roof
Waiting to be explored
Stop this weather please
Wet and wild

Even fish is drowning

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